Why does it feel like I'm carrying my wife on her back?

Facing Su Qingdai who was approaching with a fragrant breeze, Zhao Rong subconsciously tilted his head back and moved a little further away from her.

His eyelids twitched.

"Miss Su... Miss Su, it's too late. You should go back and rest early."

"What did you call me?"

“…”

For some reason, Zhao Rong lowered his eyes slightly, not daring to stare at her for fear of losing control.

He swallowed, "Indigo... Indigo."

"Yes, I am here~"

Su Qingdai's cold face with delicate makeup suddenly broke into a brilliant smile, just like the dark night sky being lit up by brilliant fireworks in an instant.

"Zi...Yu..."

Her naturally cold voice sounded especially sweet in front of him.

Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched when he heard this seductive voice.

Why the hell are you yelling so seductively? My heart is…finished.

At this moment, he wished that his body could shake violently, so that he could immediately pull the Fairy Su who was asking for trouble, press her tightly on his legs, and spank her hard on the buttocks, making her cry for mercy in pain.

No! Hold on, hold on!

Zhao Rong lowered his head and didn't look at Su Qingdai, muttering repeatedly:

"Enlightened mind and true nature... Enlightened mind and true nature... Refined and easy-going..."

"What are you reciting... Hey, Tzuyu, you... you have already reached the Fuyao realm!"

Su Qingdai asked with a slight puzzlement, then suddenly laughed.

She pretended to be surprised and called out, and at the same time took the opportunity to take a step forward to hold Zhao Rong's hand.

You... don't come over here...

Zhao Rong immediately took a step back, looking alert.

He was speechless immediately.

No, can we stop pretending? I don’t believe that you didn’t know before you came…

Although the noise of his breakthrough just now was not loud, Su Qingdai in the West Wing should be able to notice it if she was paying attention.

Considering that she knocked on the door at just the right moment...

She also knew that Zhao Rong was planning to defeat Fu Yao tonight, so she came here in a hurry at this moment, obviously wanting to... be the first.

Wow, are you here to steal this thing?

Zhao Rong was helpless.

Su Qingdai stopped moving, not daring to disobey him too much and make his prince charming think that she didn't listen to him.

He is so domineering, so he probably... doesn't like women who don't listen to him, but likes sensible and well-behaved women...

In front of the door, a stunning woman in a black dress stood there with her hands clasped in front of her.

She lowered her head, rolled up her beautiful eyes, and carefully looked at the expression and attitude of the strange man in front of her.

At this moment, what Zhao Rong didn't know was that whether he could get his virginity was extremely important to Su Qingdai, and it was even the hope of a comeback.

Most men will be impressed by the first time woman, giving her some kind of simple beauty, subtle and gentle care...

There was silence in front of the door for a moment.

Seeing the beautiful woman in black dress with sparkling eyes in front of him, Zhao Rong is now overwhelmed with two, yes, two.

He took a deep breath, calmed down the angry dragon that had raised its head, and said in a gentle manner: "Qingdai, didn't you agree to listen to me? I need to practice meditation tonight, but I didn't ask you to come over."

The tone is euphemistic, but in short, it means that you are ignorant.

Su Qingdai whispered, "Zi Yu, but haven't you already broken the mirror... You, let me in, I... I will tell you the key points of the Fuyao realm and help you stabilize your realm."

"Are you going to teach me how to do things?" Zhao Rong glared at her.

"No... No! I'll listen to you. I just made a small suggestion. Besides, I can't sleep tonight and I miss you, but I also have something else to do."

Zhao Rong had a blank expression on his face. "What's the matter? Why did you come here so late at night?"

Su Qingdai shook the book she had been holding in her left hand and said seriously:

"You know, I'm reading Mohist classics now. This Tianzhi realm was named after Mozi, and all the Tianzhi realm cultivators in the world have to read Mozi. When you hugged me last night, you recommended me a few Mohist classics, and I went to find them early in the morning.

"I just stayed up late at night, studying. But I'm a girl, I haven't read much, I've been practicing in the mountains since I was young, I don't have as much knowledge as Tzuyu, but now I have Tzuyu, she will definitely treat me well, although Tzuyu's 'well' is a bit painful..."

She smiled faintly, her tone was a little playful, and her last sentence was meaningful, causing Zhao Rong's mouth to twitch slightly.

"Tzuyu, I found a lot of difficult passages in my reading and I was confused, so I came to ask you for advice. I...I won't do anything else but listen to your explanation carefully. I will be good...you...I will listen to everything you say..."

The stunning woman in the black dress had a blush on her face. She lowered her head to look at her embroidered shoes, holding the scroll in both hands. As she spoke, her voice became smaller and smaller.

“…”

Zhao Rong had a black line on his forehead.

Are you eager to learn? Are you here to ask for advice? Who would come to ask a teacher for advice in the middle of the night? Humph, don't think I don't know.

Zhao Rong suddenly took another deep breath, as if trying to calm down.

"No..." He shook his head and was about to speak again.

Su Qingdai suddenly stepped forward, stood on tiptoe, and pecked him on the lips. Then her cheeks flushed, and she turned around, walked around Zhao Rong, and quickly ran into the house with the scroll in her hands...

Just like a graceful lark standing gracefully on a pear tree branch, it was frightened by a stranger and flew away lightly.

The young Confucian scholar was fixed where he was.

He stared out the door with his eyes wide open and remained motionless.

Then he slowly raised his hand and rubbed his face.

"My heart is as still as water... My heart is as still as water... Still... How the hell can I still water?"

Zhao Rong felt that the waves in the lake could no longer be suppressed tonight.

"Tzuyu, please close the door quickly. It's cold outside. Don't catch a cold."

A woman's clear voice came from the room behind him.

Zhao Rong did not turn back immediately.

Standing at the door, holding onto it, he couldn't help but glance towards the west wing again.

Xiao Qian'er is asleep, and is now covered in the quilt?

Sometimes she liked to call his name when she was sleeping, either angrily, sweetly, or unhappily. Then every time she woke up, she liked to squint her eyes and tilt her head, and ask him nervously if he knew what she dreamed about.

Zhao Rong knew, of course, that the little girl couldn't hide her dreams, but every time she would give two wrong answers first, and then the correct answer the third time. Then Xiao Qian'er would jump up and punch him with her pink fist, pouting and saying:

"Okay, you know that too." "You just deliberately bullied people in the dream." "What are you capable of bullying a maid? If you have the guts, let the maid bully you." Blah blah.

Zhao Rong could only surrender obediently, let the "maid" bully him, and seek justice...

At this moment, he thought to himself... So, Xiao Qian'er is calling his name in her sleep again, and is being bullied by him while he is 'dreaming'?

And now he is... in Gan Shenmo?

Zhao Rong suddenly felt a little uneasy, and then... a little bit of excitement.

The next second, the young scholar's pupils dilated slightly, and a circle of faint blood lines rapidly flowed around the arc of his pupils that looked like lacquer.

That tiny feeling instantly filled my heart.

Before it, there were already desires and thoughts aroused by Su Qingdai, stirring up trouble in the heart lake, but Zhao Rong had suppressed them desperately before. However, at this moment...

The thrill of stealing something fishy became the last straw that broke the camel's back!

So, at this moment, the stunning woman in a black dress sitting by the desk in the room turned around and saw this strange scene:

The young scholar at the door turned around gently, then suddenly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His lips moved as if he was repeating four words...

"Tzuyu, you...what's wrong with you?"

Su Qingdai bit her red lips, blinked and whispered.

The young scholar licked his lips and spoke with his eyes closed:

"Qingdai, I'll give you one more chance. Go back quickly. Otherwise, I will teach you...what is Mohism and what is Tianzhi."

Su Qingdai shrank her head, her eyes a little evasive, and she said "oh" lightly without giving a direct answer.

She turned around like an ostrich, staring at the tablecloth hanging on the ground, and changed the subject: "Hey, Tzuyu, why is there a tablecloth on your desk? The tablecloth is a bit long, let me help you tie it up."

As she spoke, Su Qingdai placed the book on the desk, turned her back to Zhao Rong, and bent her waist.

So, the fragrant buttocks under the black skirt enlarged in front of Zhao Rong's eyes, like a plump peach, and were completely stretched out. The fabric of the black skirt was so tight that anyone who saw it would subconsciously worry that the smooth fabric would be torn in the next second. Isn't this too economical?

Looking up, one can see the slender waist that is unique to Li Nu, and looking down, one can see a pair of straight and round long legs, with two ankles as white as snow faintly visible...

This stunningly beautiful lady was bending over with her back turned, tying the tablecloth with her delicate hands.

In front of the door, the young Confucian scholar nodded slightly.

"Enlighten your mind and see your nature, enlighten your mind and see your nature... I understand. I will see my nature right now."

"Bang——" The door was closed by a big hand.

The young scholar smiled and turned around calmly.

He reached out and closed the window again.

Then he walked towards the desk and the woman.

On the way, he took out a headband and tied it around his forehead.

"Hey, Zhao Rong, what are you doing? It's fine if you're just guarding against the villains outside, but why are you guarding against me? This... who wants to see this? Am I sad that you didn't stick to your original intention..."

The young Confucian scholar said nothing and no longer paid attention to the sword spirit that was protesting in his heart.

With a normal look on his face, he walked behind the woman in black skirt who was bending over to tie something, and slapped her with his palm. There was a crisp "pa" sound, a solid and firm one, and at the same time, it was accompanied by an earthquake and waves.

Su Qingdai screamed in panic, turned around and looked pitifully at the merciless Zhao Rong, "Um... Ziyu."

Zhao Rong reached out and picked up the book on the table, the ink book that Su Qingdai brought with her to ask questions.

"Turn around."

He said calmly.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped her hot and perky breasts.

"It hurts...oh." Su Qingdai quickly stood up and tried to turn around.

However, Zhao Rong pressed her slender waist with his big hand, and the woman's soft body was pressed down again.

"Teacher, you can teach me. Tonight, I will talk to you about... Tianzhi. However, students are not allowed to stand in front of the teacher. This is called respecting teachers."

He chuckled.

Su Qingdai was stunned. If she couldn't stand, how could she turn around? Squat?

But the next second, she understood, because the teacher had already placed the book in his hand against her delicate head and pressed it down.

Su Qingdai leaned forward and knelt, supporting herself on the ground with her delicate hands.

Her face flushed, she moved on her knees, and turned around on her knees.

Of course, students have to kneel in front of their teachers.

Inside the room, in front of the desk, a gorgeous woman in a black dress knelt in front of the young scholar with her hands on the ground. She buried her head in shame, not daring to look at him, and a faint sound came out from between her lips, "Wu Ziyu, don't do this."

The latter chuckled, bent down, and used the book in his hand to slowly lift the woman's chin, which was almost poking through her breasts.

So one of them knelt on the ground with his head raised, looking up at the other one from below.

"Don't lower your head during class. Look the teacher in the eye, okay? This is called classroom discipline."

Zhao Rong tapped her smooth forehead lightly with the ink book rolled into a stick in his hand.

Su Qingdai: “…”

"Um?"

He made a nasal sound.

“Hmm~Hmm!”

Her eyelashes trembled and she responded in an inaudible voice.

The stunning woman in the black dress dodged his gaze like a deer.

I never dare to lower my head in class again.

Zhao Rong glanced at Su Qingdai for a moment, then nodded with slight satisfaction.

"Well, then we'll start the class from now on and give you some make-up lessons."

"Dai... Dai'er will listen to you completely." The beautiful woman's voice trembled and she was very shy.

Zhao Rong said with relief: "Yes, sir, I am lazy and don't want to work too hard. You have to be sensible from now on, understand?"

Su Qingdai's face was full of charming and lovable expression. At this moment, she was slightly stunned and nodded, "I know."

The standing teacher smiled and suddenly asked, "Qingdai, where is your textbook? Why don't you take out your textbook during class?"

The student was stunned: "What textbook?"

She glanced at the ink scroll in his hand. It was the one she brought, but now he was rolling it up and holding it in his hand.

Mr. Zhao shook the book in his hand and said with a smile: "This is my textbook. Where is yours?"

The student bit his lip, looked down at his empty hands, then looked up at the smiling gentleman, and then suddenly froze, his eyes starting to move away from his face and downwards.

After a while, her eyes opened when she faced the textbook for the first time.

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